The man at the road

So this story happened only 8 months ago and I have moved since then but the story never leaves my nightmares.

At my old house we had lots of crazy people that lived around our house so we didn’t visit people often unless they were family. Now I was and still am a tall kid for my age at a hight of 5’7 and also I don’t look strong but I use that to my advantage.

It was just a normal day with me thinking that when I get home I’m going to watch my “Top Gear” and sleep the rest of the night. When I got on the bus things started on a down hill slope, the kids at my school regularly picked on me for my long hair so I was used to that but I kinda got pissed off when someone poured his water bottle over my head. We got to my stop and I got off the bus to head home but I realized there was a random car in the road I’ve never seen before but I brushed it off as someone visiting my neighbor.

I kept walking on too my house which was half a mile away but I stopped when I heard the car door open. There was a man that looked to be in his early 40s stepping out of the car. He looked at me and smiled which is when red flags and sirens started blaring in my head.

It creeped me out more when he said in the lowest voice I’ve ever heard “hello little child.” That’s when I decided it’s best if I don’t and I just start walking again so I started back on my track to my house. I thought that he was gone so I felt safe to walk but I kept a decent jogging pace.

I thought I was in the clear until I heard his car pull up next to me. My heart had dropped as he said “Your father asked me to take you home.” I knew what he was trying to do because im not brain dead and I flatly told him “how about you fuck off and get your ass back to Atlanta.”

At that point my jogging had turned into a Sprint but his car remained about 6 feet away from me.

That’s when I got tired of this guy, I picked up a reasonably sized rock and chucked it at his window, which made a big hole in it. He seemed to not be very happy with me so as I was running I took a left which lead to the woods. It was a longer route but I want to put some distance between me and that guy. After about 20 minutes I got to my house and told my dad, he did his dad thing and looked for shit face McGee.

I know what could have happened and I know I’m probably one of the luckiest people but at the same time least lucky also. If any of you experience this in real life remember three things, kick, scream, and fight for your life, and if Mr shit face is listening to this, I would like to say fuck you.